You know how you always hear that “kids are colour blind”? Meaning, they just see people, they don’t see race. Sure, they might notice you’re brown and I’m white (practically clear) but really, they just see people.
This has come home in a funny way these past few weeks. My Dad gave us Creflo Dollar’s latest book as a gift. Anne didn’t see him give it to us so she has no way of associating the book with my Dad.
And yet, every time she sees this book, she points to the picture of Creflo and identifies him as Papa.
Me: “No, Annie. That’s Creflo.”
Anne: (looking at me like I’m nuts) No. Papa. That’s Papa.
Me: No. Creflo. CREF-LO.
Anne: Papa. It’s Papa.
Me: No, honey. It’s Creflo A. Dollar.
Anne: Papa. It’s Papa.
Me: Doc-tor Cref-lo Aug-us-tus Dol-lar. NOT Papa.
Anne (now convinced that I am in fact nuts): It’s Papa. I want Papa.
Now imagine that happening about 2-4 times a day, every day.
Do YOU think my Dad and Creflo look alike? Maybe it’s the moustache? She has seen my Dad in suits quite often as she’ll visit him at the office. I can see the resemblance…
